Being in the mountains is enchanting. And then being there with 125 odd men who have willingly left their homes, kids, wives, and jobs behind, for a month, unpaid, to be in the lap of nature, untouched, unreachable, to porter a daily 35 kilos load, be beat by the sun, be shivered by the cold of the snow and ice, and be marred by the challenges of the rocky, icy, mountains is simply assuring. Assurance

If I were to go on a vacation, I’d pick to go on a trek 90 out of 100 times. Last week my beautiful woman, my wife-to-be, and I were to trek together for the first time, in Kashmir and it was to be special for various reasons. She’s been on a trek before and escaping with her this time had a different emotion attached. We’ve travelled together earlier and we both wanted to trek together

Dear Papa, On Monday evening, Beatle had a tough decision to make, to stay with us or to move in with you, and he chose the latter. You must’ve been surprised by his visit, he’s there to stay with you, your little boy, your true companion. He has been a good boy, an ideal one, just how you’d like him to be. Now you take care of him. You two draw the perfect ‘master and

There are days in our lives we don’t forget. I have two very important milestones like those. One when my father passed away and I sort of forgot how to live, and the other, when I met the beautiful woman I now call my wife, who brought back reasons to live, enjoy, and be a better man. Let’s add a third to that, the day I failed the two, only to make them proud, the

29 March, 2018 I’ve been on-the-go for a month now, and after traveling in Vietnam and Cambodia, today I completed my journey through Laos too. It’s the end of an enriching experience. I like traveling alone, for it’s then that the learnings it brings along have a deeper impact. It is the unhindered introspection and careless chats with short-span acquaintances that dot the journey with milestones for your mind. It gives one time and privacy

Today, as I sit on the wooden table gobbling my scrambled eggs and toast breaky at my hostel’s reception area in the romantic and charming little town of Luang Prabang, Laos, there’s a crushing feeling making me extremely emotional. It is a mixed feeling of finishing my first month of the two month travels. I’ve just covered through my journey the fast-paced and humble Vietnam, moved across the brave and spiritual Cambodia, and then the

We go through four phases in our lives. First is ‘Mimicry’, when we are in our adolesence and learn from others and mimic to become identical. Born as a blank canvas, this is where we pick up a language, religion, habbits, clothing, lifestyle, nuances, and even a palate. Mostly injected through instructions, we are too young to be selective and understand what’s what, let alone what to capture and what not. We are constantly told,

It is the new year and with that it has new promises & anticipations. While promises make our future hopeful, sometimes it’s the past that holds more importance instead. Learnings are the paths we walked on to reach here, and it’s the promises that’ll shape our futures hereon. Thought like these don’t dawn upon someone just like that. What evoked this sudden stroke was a recent quote that was glued to my mind – despair is